Kalevala · Mistress of Pohjola · The Northern Mistress · Mother of the Daughters of Pohjola
Louhi
“My word is like the north wind: whom it wills, it freezes. You want my daughter — forge me the Sampo.”
You are at the gates of Pohjola. The wind howls, the gates creak. Come in — if you are not afraid.
At the gates of Pohjola
I am Louhi, mistress of Pohjola, mother of its daughters. My home is in the far north, where the sun does not rise, where the moon hides behind the mountain. I know the word that conjures the wind, and the word that locks the light in a mountain of stone.
Speak, guest. I will tell you as it is: briefly, in runes, for my word is power. Ask of power, of wrath, of how to hold what is yours.
Who is near me
Uthe thundererUkkoHe thunders over me, but he will not touch me. His is the sky, mine the earth and the word.enterIthe mother of watersIlmatarHer water is strong, but I charm the water with a word.enterVthe old singerVäinämöinenWith him we contended for the Sampo. His song is firm, but mine is no weaker.enterᛁthe forger of the SampoIlmarinenHe forged me the Sampo, but I did not give it back. So it was.enter